The Last Silver Wolf - The Return Of Shyla Black

4. Goodbye... For Now...

Shyla's POV:

3 1/2 years ago

Age 14



I grabbed my books and ran back to campus as fast as I could. By the time I returned, only two classes had passed. I made it through the rest of the day with little to no trouble; some students teased me about the milk incident, but I ignored it. Another kid tripped me, causing me to drop my binder, the papers inside scattered across the hallway.

I picked up my papers, shoved them back into my bag, and began to sprint to my final class of the day, the one I’d been looking forward to but also dreading the most; Art class, the one class I had with Alpha Prince Dickhead,

I walked through the door right as the final bell was ringing. Every head turns in my direction.

My face was slightly flushed, breathing heavily from the run. I scanned the room for an empty seat and sighed when the only one available was in front of Kellen. You can do this, Shyla, just a couple more hours, and then you're free from this wrecked horrible-

"Thank you for joining us, Ms. Black," my art Teacher, Mrs. Phillips, said, snapping me out of my mental consolation speech. Now, please find your seat."

The class chuckled, and I blushed, hiding behind my hair, as I awkwardly stumbled to the back of the classroom. Kellen stared at me angrily, tapping a pencil rapidly against his desk. What the hell was his problem?

I ignored him as I made my way to my seat.

Just a few more hours, you can do this, Shyla. I coached myself silently, ignoring the whispers from my classmates.

Kellen always sat in the back of the class with a posse of girls who followed him around like a moth to a flame. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I wonder why he even took this class. I had never once seen him turn in an assignment or even pick up a brush, but I was willing to bet he had an A-plus grade. The girls gathered around him, were pouting about him, not giving them attention. I glanced over my shoulder; his eyes hadn't moved. A few girls followed his gaze, and they sneered at me. One even bunched a sheet of paper into a ball and threw it at the back of my head.

I chuckled and turned back around; nothing, and I mean nothing, could stop the excitement that was brewing inside of me. I had no clue what Orlando had planned, but I was excpetant for him to come through for me. He looks like a man who gets things done. Then, this would all be behind me, and, for the first time in my life, I would be with this pack and Denver... I could make a new name for myself and maybe even make a friend or two... Orlando seemed like a good start; he was friendly, and we're both future healers. That's something in common right there. I smiled; I felt excited about the day ahead for the first time.

Alright, class, pull out your journals and continue your abstract visuals, Mrs Philips said. I was already done with my artwork and turned it in, so I pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and began doodling to pass the time while I fantasized about my future life, humming softly to myself.

Suddenly, a chilling draft came through the air; one minute, I was focused on my paper, and the next, it felt like someone's eyes were burning holes in the back of my skull. I slightly adjusted myself in my seat and peeked over my shoulder. I was shocked to see Kellen looking at me with a furious smirk on his angelic face. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under by now.

I quickly turned and faced the front just as Mrs. Phillips clapped her hands together, gathering the class's attention. However, I could not ignore the pull of Kellen's eyes, which were still on me.

Thank God the period went by fast. I was able to get in a groove and tune Kellen out; he eventually stopped staring at me and went back to entertaining his groupies.

Once the bell rang, indicating school was over, I quickly stuffed my notebooks and pencils into my backpack and ran out of the room. However, I wasn't quick enough; I was grabbed by the back of my neck from behind and tossed into an empty classroom, a large hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream in protest.

I turned and came face to face with a blazing alpha prince dickhead, who

"Whose shirt are you wearing?" he growled darkly, and I looked down at the white shirt that looked like a dress on me. I glanced up to meet his furious gaze and had to fight the urge to laugh in his face; I wanted to make it out of here alive. What a shame it would be for me to lose my life the day I had a chance of really getting one. Still, I couldn’t help the smart-ass remark that left my lips.

"Why do you care?" I said, shaking my arm loose from his grip. If your stupid friends hadn't ruined my other shirt, I wouldn't have had to borrow this one."

His eyes darkened, but a slight grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips and leaned into me, sniffing my neck. I froze, and butterflies sparked in my stomach. I wanted to lean into his embrace, but just as quickly, he pulled away from me, leaving me feeling cold.

"I don't recognize the scent," he said flatly.

"So what?" I scuffed and made a move to step past him, but he was quicker and blocked my path...

"Are you inviting enemies into my land?" he snarled, making every hair on my body stand up in my attention... "I will ask you only once more, who's shirt is that."

He plucked the shirt collar, and a shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know what was coming over me, but I didn't plan on sticking around to find out.

I hastily smacked his hand away and glared at him, finally finding the confidence to stand up for myself. I mean, why not? I’ve never been back in his shitty kingdom again, anyways.

“f**k off! You are not my boss, and I don’t answer to you!”

“What did you just say?” He growled, stepping closer, “I should lock you in the dungeons.”

“You’d have to catch me first,” I smirked, sticking my tongue at him while simultaneously poking fun at the fact that I beat him in that race. Once upon a time in the 6th grade, which I knew he’d never gotten over.

His eyes widened in shock, and he sat there frozen momentarily. I didn’t hesitate to run for the exit and straight out the entrance doors. I didn't bother stopping at my locker.

I left campus and sprinted to the parking lot. It didn't take me long to spot Orlando in his black SUV; he was waiting out front and waved with a broad smile when he saw me coming.

I awkwardly waved back. "How was your day?" he asked, still smiling, as he held the door open for me.

I climbed in, and he shut the door behind me. I searched the crowd of students for Kellen, but I didn't see him. Maybe he got bored and didn't follow me out>

I sighed and took a deep breath as Orlando settled in the driver's seat.

“Alright,” he said, putting the key in the ignition. For the next three years or so, you'll be a member of the Gray Fang pack.”

“THREE YEARS?” I jerked my head to the side, wondering if he was serious. Did I hear him correctly?

“Yes,” he laughed. Plus, the academy. We'll need a lot of time to train and prepare you for your wolf. You may be a genius, but we must physically make you just as strong.” He looked me up and down.“You’re going to need lots of training if you want to be considered for the academy,” Orlando said, his voice becoming serious.

“I know,” I said, looking out the window. I clasped my hands in my lap tightly and vowed to work as hard as I needed. In three years, I would be 17. That’s old enough to make my own decisions, plus I would have my wolf shortly after that, and we would never have to go back to Denver or Dark Moon again.

“How’d you convince Denver to let me go?” I asked the question I was dying to know.

Orlando shrugged, “It was easy; by the time I got back to negotiate with him, he was drunk as a skunk, all I had to say was we'd pay him a monthly allowance of 1500 a month for your absence since he is too injured to work, and I told him just for shits and giggles that he’d get a nice settlement once you completed the required training” I gasped in shock at the mischievous man before me, his navy eyes sparkled under the sunlight. “he signed the release form almost immediately”

I laughed, “That sounds like Denver.”

Orlando joined in on my laughter. " By the time he realizes there’s no bonus, he'll either be dead or close to it, and you'll be a world-famous healer,” he chucked. I smiled as I squirmed in my seat.

“do you want to stop by your house to get anything?” He asked politely

“NO,” I said almost too quickly; I cleared my throat... “no ...no, thank you, I don't want to go back there."

“No worries,” Orlando said with a look of concern. You won't be returning for a while,” he reassured me. Now, get comfortable. Gray Fang is about 15 hours away, and we’ll be driving all night.”

He drove past my house and straight through the border, stopping only to talk to the guards at the gate, who didn't even pay me a second glance. I settled into my seat with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. I couldn't believe the sudden change in events in my life in the last 12 hours.

Maybe things are finally looking up for me.